Chapter 8
Jet couldn’t remember when he’d had such an unalloyed happy morning. Midday, whatever. He carried that feeling with him to the car, petting the dark grey seat and the black steering wheel. He waited until he had driven safely to the hardware store to return to their earlier conversation.
“Do you really think he can hear us talking about him when we’re downstairs?” Jet shivered.
“I don’t know. I mean, even without magic, there could be listening devices or something. I bet Hague would think of that. He totally seems like someone who would spy on his employees and blackmail them. He’d probably leap at the chance to sell his soul for magic.”
“You sound like you hate Hague more than Older, or whatever his name is.”
“I guess I do. I can sort of understand his motivation, you k
